I found some bits of broken glass in between where the window opens and closes. I waited until the nurses did their checks, then I went in my bathroom, closed the curtain. I then sat in the shower area and slit both my wrists as hard as I could about ten times on each arm. I put my favourite music on and closed my eyes, as I felt peaceful.

But then the nurse came and checked on me again, knocking on my door. I ignored it. They unlocked the door and found me laying in two small pools of blood.

Why is it so hard to die? If they let me go to the local shop I will be able to buy a double edged razor blade, and hopefully that will cut deep enough to kill me.

I’m sorry I think this is more of a vent. I will make a post just before I try to commit suicide again, so I’m not completely alone. I may even try in a little while.

Thank you.